Lately everyone be doubting me and hating on my name They say I ain't a thug, but hell I made up the game I be reppin' my hood since I was just a child Selling girl scout cookies like they going outta style I be piling up g's like 50 cent Going out on the town, riding round in my benz It never ends, my games like 10 to 0, I'm trading dough for dough I'm looking out for my hoes, my bros It goes on and on I sell 'em til they're gone Peanut bu*ter patties 'til the break of dawn Dough for dough I'm trading dough for dough yo Dough for dough I'm trading dough for dough Now everywhere I go I be a trendsetter I'm a go-getting, money-betting, rule-bender So, goodbye chips ahoy and dunkaroos No more keebler elves for me and you Trade 'em in for some carmel delights You can heat 'em up, freeze 'em up, anyway you like If you ever need a buzz I'm the girl to tell I'm the quick fix bakery b**h, double l from hell No I ain't just a thug with sweet treats I'm a girl spitting rhymes to sweet beats No matter if I'm up in the club or I'm out on the street you can always find me, always find me singing